High School Musical 3: Senior Year Page #4

at all up there if it wasn't for you?

You know what? I do.

- What?

- You're so good.

I watch you in rehearsals. You love it.

Why is that so hard for you to admit?

It isn't, to you.

But to my dad? To Chad?

Yeah, it's a little hard.

It shouldn't be.

They're happy as long as

we're all talking about U of A.

You chose Stanford. U of A

was sort of chosen for me.

I haven't talked

to anybody about this, but...

...I've had offers from other colleges.

- I'm really listening.

- I get it, Troy.

I still have decisions to make, too.

Like what?

I thought I heard you. I was just making

some snacks inside. Are you guys hungry?

- I interrupted something, didn't I?

- Just talking, Mom.

- Homework.

- OK.

Speaking about homework... come on.

I was joking.

Compliments of Zeke.

Be careful, they're still hot.

He doesn't know they're gone.

Eat the evidence.

Kissing up to the yearbook editors.

Very smart move.

Chad's hoping for two pages on himself.

Maybe even a third page,

just for his hair.

Hey, what's right is right.

Hoops, by the way, could you take me

after school to check out that tuxedo?

Tuxedo? For what?

For prom.

Honey, if that's

what you call an invitation,

you'll be dancing with yourself.

Ohh.

- Yo, yo, yo. It's lunchtime.

- Come on, people. Go!

- You ready?

- Yeah.

It's now or never, man.

The Garden Club is rooting for you.

Mmm.

- OK. I'm going in.

- Go get her.

- Troy, I really just...

- No, we're doing this now.

How long have you been up there?

- Hair's great.

- Don't...

I know. I heard that, too.

- Yes, good.

- Yes. OK.

- Your turn.

- So... Hey.

I was kind of wondering if you'd...

...maybe go with me.

Oh, hey, Chad. They have Tuna Surprise

on the menu. It's good. Really good.

Dude.

Taylor.

Hey, I'm asking you to prom.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you

because it's so loud.

- Did you hear something?

- No.

- Neither did I.

- Excuse me. Excuse me, everybody.

- What are you?

- Yo!

Oh.

My friend has something to say.

Taylor McKessie.

Will you please be

my date to the senior prom?

Aww...

I'd be honored.

Dude, I need to go shoot

some hoops or something.

You nailed it!

# Guess now it's official

- # Can't back out, can't back out

- # No

# Gettin' ready

# For the night of nights

The night of nights, all right

- # Don't panic

- # Panic

# Now do we have

to dress up for the prom?

# Dude, I don't think we have the choice

# Yeah it's the night of all nights

Got to look just right

# Dressin' to impress the boys

# Do I want classic or vintage or plaid

- # Where's the mirror

- # I think this tux is too baggy

# Too tight

It makes me look weird

# Should I go movie star glamorous

# Sassy or sweet

# Don't know, but no one better

wear the same dress as me

# It's the night of our nightmares

# It's the night of our dreams

# It's too late to back out of it

- # Hey, makeovers, massages

- # Don't know what a corsage is

# Been waiting all our lives for this

- # It's gonna be a night

- # Can't wait

- # To remember

- # Oh, man

# Come on now

Big fun, all right

- # It's gonna be the night

- # I guess

- # To last forever

- # Lucky us

# We'll never ever ever forget

- # Gettin' ready

- # Get ready

- # Get, gettin' ready

- # Get ready

# Gettin' ready

# Get, gettin' ready

Go

Hey, you've been in there an hour.

# So, what should I do with my hair?

- # Where's my shaver?

- # I love it

- # I look like a waiter

- # Should I fluff it?

# It's getting later already

Should be there

# Her mother opens the door

I'm shakin' inside

# He's here, it's time

The hour's arrived

# Don't know why

her father's starin' me down

# Where's my purse, lip gloss?

Now I'm really freakin' out

# Then something changes my world

# The most beautiful girl

Right in front of my eyes

- # It's gonna be a night

- # Oh, yeah

- # To remember

- # That's for sure

# Come on now

Big fun, all right

- # It's gonna be the night

- # Here tonight

- # To last forever

- # Forever more

# We'll never ever ever forget

Guys, right here. Guys!

# Who's that girl? She's so fine

# Who's that guy? I don't recognize

# Who's that girl?

She looks so good, yeah

# Guess you never really noticed

But you probably should

# Big fun

- # On the night of nights

- # All right

# The night of nights

Tonight

# Let's dance

# On the night of nights

You know we're gonna do it right

# It's gonna be a night

To remember

# It's gonna be the night

To last forever

# It's gonna be our night

To remember

# It's gonna be the night

To last forever

# It's gonna be our night

You know it

# To remember

For all time

# Come on now

Big fun

# It's gonna be the night

We love it

# To last forever

The rest of our lives

# We'll never ever ever forget

# It's gonna be our night

Oh, yeah

# All together

Say it loud

# Come on now

Everyone, that's right

# It's gonna be the night

Yeah, the night

# To remember

Hear the crowd

# And never ever ever

# Never ever ever never ever

# Never never forget #

Bravo! Brava! Lights, please!

Kelsi, splendid music.

Ryan, your choreography

is quite inventive.

- Thank you.

- And, Jason,

we do not chew gum in theatre or prom.

See me at detention.

Lighting crew needs help.

Excellent work, everyone.

Costumes on the rack.

I will see you all tomorrow.

Kelsi's writing something amazing

for Troy and Gabriella.

A song, most likely.

- Just find out what it is.

- OK.

Hi, Boi! How was I? Thank you!

- Hey Troy, good job, man.

- Dude, stop doing that!

I'm sorry.

Look, there's Sharpay.

Now, you didn't hear this from me,

but she has a secret crush on you.

- A secret crush on me?

- Shhh!

Shhh.

- Should I talk to her?

- Yeah.

OK. All right.

Mr. Zara.

Yo! You can call me

"Rocket Man" if you want to.

How generous.

Mr. Zara, since you have become

such a dedicated presence,

I'm making you an understudy. Miss Gold!

- You as well.

- Nice.

I'm in!

I'm playing "The Understudy."

- Congrats.

- Right. What's up?

"Understudy" isn't a role, you moron.

You go on if one of the leads

can't make the performance.

Well, I hate to break it to you, sister,

but you're one, too.

The difference being I can carry a tune.

Listen, I wouldn't sing with you

if my hair was on fire

and you were the last bucket

of water on Earth.

I wouldn't sing with you

if I were starving

and you were

the last pickle at the picnic.

Want to go to lunch sometime?

Gentlemen, start your engines.

That's what I'm talking about, bro.

Yo, come check out these guitars.

What is this?

"Stanford's Honors Program cordially..."

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my goodness! "You and 29 students

are invited for early orientation."

Oh, my gosh, that's huge.

Your mom must be so proud.

Taylor, you're the only one that knows.

But you've already accepted, right?

I'm throwing a going-away party.

This is huge!

You can't get rid of me that easy.

We've got a yearbook to do.

- Back to work.

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